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Answering this for the Collection of Cuties au!

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They're both a bit on the older side to be trick-or-treating. Peter is 19 and Pietro is 22. But with costumes on, who can really tell?

Peter is an android. He has a white bodysuit on with silver and blue accents. He makes a point of moving like he's stiff, awkward jerking motions that add to the aesthetic.

Pietro is a dinosaur. His costume is a big fluffy suit with shoe covers and a hood. He's a stegosaurus stomping around and roaring at random.

Bucky, Steve, Clint, and Nat tag along behind their two boys as they run ahead, eagerly ringing every doorbell and yelling "trick or treat!" It's absolutely adorable and the caregivers take many pictures and videos.

When the sun starts to set, they head to the night carnival that was set up. It's there for the whole weekend but the boys wanted to go on Halloween specifically.

There are classic carnival games along with tables to carve pumpkins, apple bobbing stations, a corn maze, and a haunted house. The boys are hopped up on excitement and sugar as they run through the carnival together, giggling and squealing in delight.

Due to being at least partially regressed and having their bodies covered with their costumes, it's easier for them to pass as younger teenagers rather than their real ages. Nobody gives them weird looks as they step up to each game stall to play and win prizes.

The caregivers end up with arms full of toys and stuffed animals and treats that the boys win. They just grin and encourage their adorable boys to keep going.

When it comes to bobbing for apples, the boys get a little frustrated. Peter can't seem to get the apple to fit in his mouth and Pietro has very little patience to begin with. They give up, but their wounded pride is healed when Bucky and Nat hand them each a candy apple instead.

Their last activity of the night is the pumpkin carving station. They already had their own jack-o-lanterns at home that they carved a week ago. But these pumpkins are different colors! Peter grabs a green pumpkin and Pietro grabs a white one.

Pietro is quick to get his carved, as he is with everything else. He went with the classic spooky face. Peter is slow and methodical and ends up carving a surprisingly detailed spider web out of his.

The boys carry their pumpkins back to the car while their partners carry everything else. They all pile in with the treats and toys in the back.

Pietro finally calls Nat 'mama'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Apparently my writing slump does not apply to these three ♡

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Natasha had been spending more time with Clint and Pietro lately, enough so that she was essentially part of their relationship. Pietro seemed to really like her no matter what headspace he was in, and Clint found it easy to fall back into their old habits. Natasha was sweet and tactile with those she trusted, so they often all piled together on a couch somewhere just to spend time together.

Pietro's favorite way to bond with both of them was being in their own unit (since Nat had moved in with him and Clint), Nat and Clint sitting next to each other on the couch, and himself sprawled out across them. He especially enjoyed it when he was feeling little, sunk down into a fuzzy, happy headspace where he didn't have to worry about anything because his partners would handle it all. And they were always so sweet about it, petting his hair and calling him cute names. It helped him regress even deeper than usual.

It didn't happen often, but sometimes Pietro got low enough that he wanted a pacifier. Clint had bought him a simple light blue one a while ago, and it rarely ever got used. But with Nat joining them, he found himself sinking deeper and using the pacifier more often.

They were all enjoying a lazy afternoon, Clint and Natasha next to each other in soft lounge clothes with Pietro curled up on both of them and a pacifier in his mouth. He was wrapped in his favorite blanket and held his hedgehog close, nuzzling against it as he watched whatever was on the television. It didn't really hold much interest for him but he was feeling lazy and sleepy so he didn't bother whining for it to be changed.

Natasha was slowly petting Pietro's hair and Clint had a hand on his side. All the tactile reassurance had Pietro feeling soft and safe, unafraid to completely relax as he practically melted into his partners.

"Aw, sweet baby," Natasha cooed down to him, gently scratching the base of his neck.

Pietro made a soft sound as he blushed, nosing into his hedgehog to hide his face. She laughed softly at the display of shyness, knowing it was just an act. 

"Don't hide, little prince. Let me see your cute face," she gently urged.

It took Pietro a moment to peek out again, eyes shining with affection as he looked up at her. Natasha smiled and gently stroked his cheek, which encouraged him to lift his head a little and nuzzle against her hand.

"There we go, good boy." Her voice was soft and full of praise and affection, two things which Pietro absolutely soaked up. 

Pietro settled down again after a moment of wiggling around. Both caregivers took it as him needing to expel some energy from the interaction since he had a tendency to get worked up easily. Neither thought much of it as they went back to petting their baby and watching their show.

Another half hour passed and the episode ended. Pietro was still shifting and wiggling every now and then and letting out small, soft sounds that were muffled by his pacifier. Clint rubbed at Pietro's back in attempt to get him to calm down, but that didn't seem to do anything.

"What's up, baby? Why are you all wiggly?" Clint asked, leaning forward to peek down at Pietro.

The young man just made an intelligible sound and squeezed his legs together as he wiggled his hips. He was never very good at talking when he felt little, and he went nearly nonverbal when he felt this young.

Clint glanced up to Natasha, but she seemed just as clueless about it. She gently brushed some wild hair out of Pieteo's face and leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

"You're okay, sweet boy. You're safe with us," she said with a smile.

A heartbeat passed before Pietro nodded and went still again. He nosed into Natasha's belly, face pressed against her as his body relaxed across them.

The two thought they had succeeded in calming their boyfriend down, until a sudden turn in events.

Clint made a confused sound when his lap suddenly felt much warmer than before. That warmth turned into wetness and he glanced down, finally realizing why Pietro was so wiggly before.

The boy was having an accident, soaking himself, the couch, and Clint. Pietro blinked his eyes open again and peeked down before letting out a whine as he blushed dark, squeezing his legs together again and trying to wiggle away.

But Clint knew better after nearly a year in a relationship with him. He held Pietro close and Nat did the same, both of them keeping the distressed and wiggling boy in place. Even as Pietro whined and whimpered, neither of them let go.

It took a few minutes for Pietro to settle again and by then, his accident had ended. He tried to stop it but he was too deep to really have much bodily control at that point. His whole face was bright red and his eyes shined with tears, a few already sliding down his cheeks.

Neither caregiver hesitated for even a moment.

Natasha started cooing down to Pietro as she wiped his tears away, pressing kisses to his face and trying to reassure him that everything was okay. Clint gently eased himself away to clean up and change his pants before returning with towels and a new set of clothes for Pietro. The poor boy was still upset and crying as he clung tightly to Natasha and his his face against her.

"It's okay, we aren't upset. Accidents happen," Clint reassured him as he cleaned up the couch.

"Listen to papa, sweet boy. Everything is alright," Natasha continued, slowly stroking Pietro's hair.

"Mama.." Pietro murmured around his pacifier, clinging to Natasha like his life depended on it.

Clint paused and looked up, wondering if he really heard that correctly. Natasha looked surprised too before glancing over to Clint. Their moment of agreement on what Pietro said had her grinning as she ducked down again to nuzzle against her baby's soft hair.

"Mama's right here, baby. You're safe, everything is okay." Natasha kept up a continuous string of praise and reassurance to Pietro as Clint finished cleaning.

By the time the couch was cleaned, Pietro seemed to have calmed down again. He was willing to lay still as Clint changed him, lifting his hips when asked and only whining as he was wiped down rather than trying to wiggle away. The new clothes were even softer, likely pajama bottoms, but he didn't really care what they were. He was comfortable and warm and dry, and his partners weren't upset. 

Clint settled on the couch and gently shifted Pietro so he was laid across both of them again before leaning over to press his own kiss to the boy's head.

"Papa," Pietro mumbled with a smile around his pacifier, reaching out for Clint.

They held hands as Pietro leaned into Natasha, looking relaxed and happy once more. Clint felt soft and warm looking at his two partners and how well they fit together. He never would've expected to be with Nat again, but he was glad. Pietro got more love and attention this way and he seemed even more content than ever.

"You're a good boy, Tro. Papa loves you," Clint said as he gently squeezed Pietro's hand.

"Mama loves you too, little one," Natasha added before kissing Pietro's head again.

Pietro just hummed happily and closed his eyes. He was soft again, the accident apparently forgotten. Maybe they would talk about it later when he was in a normal headspace again, or maybe they would let it stay in the past. Either way, both caregivers were glad to have their baby settled down again.

"So, mama?" Clint asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha shrugged, but he could see her smile. She was still looking down at Pietro, affection and adoration clear in her eyes. Maybe even love too, like she said earlier. 

"If you don't mind." Natasha knew that Clint and Pietro had their own relationship before she joined, and she didn't want to cross any boundaries.

"Of course not. He deserves as much love as he can get." Clint reached over with his other arm and draped it across Natasha's shoulders to hold her close. 

There was a moment of hesitation before Natasha leaned into Clint, just as relaxed as Pietro. The boy was asleep by then, curled up happily on both of them and suckling on his pacifier every now and then. Natasha felt her heart swell with love for him as she rested her head on Clint's shoulder.

"I think I really do love him. Not just as his caregiver or mama, but as a partner," she said softly.

Clint kissed Natasha's head, a small show of physical affection that they were slowly getting used to sharing with each other again.

"I'm sure he'll be happy to know that when he wakes up again," Clint murmured against her hair.

Natasha hummed thoughtfully before the room lapsed into silence. Everyone was peaceful and settled, and there was a sleepy mood settled over them. Clint nodded off first, head back against the couch and still holding on to his partners.

Sleep rarely came easy to Natasha, but she was happy to stay awake and fully enjoy the moment. She had a real relationship again where she fit in properly and was loved by both her partners. It was a dream come true, even with the difficult moments. She couldn't wait to tell Pietro how she really felt.

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Pietro is a hedgehog!! His costume is essentially a set of footie pajamas.

Natasha is a fox. She keeps her black body suit, and adds a pair of red fox ears and a clip-on tail.

Clint is a bird, as he often is. He has very dramatic and detailed wings that he had worked on for years. They get a little more intricate every year.

clint was actually the one who brought up the idea of trying to induce lactation. nat was hesitant at first since she wasn't sure if pietro would like that or how to handle it during missions. but after more talking and research, she decides to give it a try.

pietro doesn't often want to latch on so she isn't entirely sure if/when it will begin. but finally one day, when everyone feels lazy and soft together, pietro crawls onto nat's lap to nuzzle into her chest. she gently shifts him over so she can take off her shirt and bra before he settles down again with a soft happy sound.

it all starts off as normal, pietro curled up under his favorite blanket and tucked to his mama's chest, suckling gently on a nipple. everything is the same as usual for a while until suddenly nat feels a new sensation and pietro makes a soft sound of surprise. she glances down as he pops off her nipple with a little stream of white fluid running down his chin.

"mama?" his voice is so soft and curious.

"go on, sweet boy. it's just for you," she coos down to him.

clint is seated right next to her, making sure pietro is comfortable and settled. he glances over at his papa for reassurance, and a smile and nod from clint have pietro turning back to his mama and nuzzling close again. he latches on and suckles happily, swallowing her milk with soft happy sounds as nat smiles and strokes his hair. her eyes are shining with tears, so happy that she can provide for her darling boy.

I'm so fkn soft for all these little!Pietro asks...

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Ever since Natasha had talked Pietro down from his tantrum, Clint had noticed them spending more time together. He appreciated that there was someone who could match the speedster's energy and sass, who could lend a hand when he felt too worn-out to keep up. Pietro had taken to Natasha surprisingly easily and trusted her almost as much as he trusted Clint and Wanda. There was something quite charming about it. 

Natasha took it in stride. She seemed quite happy anyway whenever she got to interact with Pietro, and always talked to Clint afterwards. Their conversations just further reminded him of the affections he held for her before, of how genuine and compassionate she could be about things she truly cared for. And it seemed that she really did care about Pietro.

It was cute to Clint how nervous Natasha was about it all. She wanted to make sure she was doing the right things with Pietro, making him happy no matter what headspace he was in. But she did have a particular interest in his littlespace. Clint took note of that, though he wasn't sure how to feel about it yet. Even with Nat, who he trusted with his life, he couldn't shake the decades of suspicion that came with being a spy.

Clint tried to always be around when Pietro felt little and wanted to play with Natasha. He was definitely coming out of his shell with her and after playing cars after his tantrum, he wanted to try out every toy with her.

One day, Pietro was still asleep when Clint decided to go to the gym. He pressed a gentle kiss to his boyfriend's head before sliding out of bed to get ready. After leaving a note on his pillow do Pietro wouldn't be confused, he headed downstairs to start his workout. 

With enhanced earbuds in, Clint could pass hours upon hours working out while he listened to music. He would get lost in it and only pause to take sips of water or switch to a new routine. Time didn't even exist when he really got into a groove, and he felt wonderfully tired by the time he finally stopped. 

Sitting down to unwrap his hands, Clint checked the clock and noticed that nearly five hours had passed. He only really intended to spend a max of three hours since he didn't like leaving Pietro alone just after waking up, but he was never very good at keeping track of time. So he used the gym showers to get the worst of his sweat washed away, scrubbing himself down quickly and efficiently.

Clint's hair was still damp and sticking up when he returned to his apartment. He set his bag down then froze when he heard voices down the hallway. Reaching for one of the knives he kept in his gym bag (just in case of emergencies, of course), he started creeping down the hallway.

The voices were coming from Pietro's playroom, which made his heart leap. Since he didn't put his hearing aids back in after the gym, he could only hear the faint rumble of speaking and couldn't make out any of the words. The door was open so he peeked in, and immediately relaxed.

Natasha and Pietro were sitting on the floor together with a pile of stuffed animals around them. Pietro's favorite hedgehog was on his lap and Nat had a fluffy bunny on hers. The other stuffed animals were set up very particularly and Clint couldn't help his smile as he realized what they were saying to each other.

"Bunny likes ice cream, but doesn't like snow. She likes grass, but not bugs," Pietro was explaining. He seemed to be introducing each stuffed animal one by one to Natasha.

That was a huge sign of trust. Clint's chest warmed as he watched and listened, Pietro happy to ramble about each plush toy that Natasha held. Sometimes she asked him questions about them just to prompt his curiosity, and her voice was always soft and encouraging. She had her own smile and seemed so relaxed. Apparently she trusted Pietro too.

"Papa!"

Clint grunted and stumbled back a few steps when he was suddenly slammed into and held in a tight hug. Pietro was clinging to him tightly as he grinned at him, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Hey, little prince. You having fun with Nat?" Clint ruffled Pietro's hair, making him huff and try to fix it.

"Yeah, she's really nice. Come play with us!" Pietro's voice was high and eager, showing how safe he felt to allow himself a deeper regression.

In the playroom, Clint sat down and held a random stuffed animal on his lap too. It was a red fox with a big fluffy tail, one of Pietro's favorites. Without any prompting, Pietro went right back to his introductions. Clint and Natasha smiled at each other and there was a warmth in their gazes that hadn't been present for years.

Pietro worked through his whole plush toy collection before flopping over to lay across Clint's lap with his hedgehog still clutched close. Clint chuckled and gently rubbed Pietro's side as he leaned down to press another kiss to his head.

"Can Nat stay for dinner? Wanna keep playing," Pietro asked with such a sweet voice.

Clint glanced over to Nat with his eyebrow raised. He would allow it, if she wanted to stay.

"Sure, Tro. I'd love to keep playing," she answered with a gentle smile.

Pietro grinned and rolled off Clint's lap to cuddle up with her instead. He held up his hedgehog and pressed it to her cheek like a kiss before giggling. She laughed too and gave the toy a kiss in return, which made Pietro's eyes go wide as he blushed. He was always soft for affection when he felt little, and seeing someone be affectionate to his toys affected him quite strongly. 

"You're so nice," Pietro said softly, sounding a little shy. "Should stay."

Clint and Natasha looked at each other again, aware of the possibility hanging in the air. They would have to talk about it and definitely mention it to Pietro once he was feeling big again. But maybe, just maybe, they could make something work out.

Maybe they could all be together, and Pietro could have even more love.

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Also added to ao3 under Collection of Cuties!

hey @catbrainswriting remember when you were still on anon? that's how long it took me to get to this ask, oops...

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They had all been together for a while, getting comfortable with each other and growing closer. Pietro was happy to be around both Clint and Natasha, and he especially loved when they both cuddled him together. He soaked up their affection eagerly and always looked forward to spending time huddled together in their shared unit.

By growing closer emotionally, they had also grown closer physically. Pietro was a bratty boy and Clint was having a bit of a struggle with keeping him settled, but Natasha was more than willing to help. Having two partners meant an extra person to help wear out the enhanced younger man.

The evening started out normally enough with Natasha laying back, Pietro's head between her thighs, and Clint fucking into him. But what Pietro didn't expect was for them to switch places once Clint came. Usually that was where they wrapped up, but there was a new glint in Natasha's eye as she slid off the bed and went to the closet to grab something new. 

It took a but of rustling around, but soon Natasha came back wearing a strap-on harness and holding the toy she intended to use. 

"It's mama's turn now, baby. Get comfortable, this won't be over quickly," she warned with a smirk as he climbed onto the bed again.

Pietro squirmed eagerly and laid back against Clint's chest who held him close and peppered kisses along his neck.

"I'll hold you the whole time, little one. If you need a break, just let me know."

Natasha got situated between Pietro's legs and made sure the toy was attached securely before she pushed his thighs back against his abdomen. He huffed and wiggled in place a little as he got properly comfortable. When he went still again, Natasha pressed close and smiled down at him.

There was always a moment before they really got going where they all checked in with each other. They had their words and signals for brief checks during their play, but having a clear head and no pressure was important too.

"You ready, sweet?" Natasha asked as she cupped his cheek.

Pietro hummed softly and nodded as he leaned into her touch. Their eyes met for a moment and Natasha nodded too before leaning back. 

It took another moment for Natasha to get properly situated and slicked up before she was pressing the toy against Pietro's hole, still wet and open from Clint fucking him earlier. He wiggled restlessly and made an impatient sound, but Natasha just gave him a pointed look and dug her nails into his thighs. Pietro hissed softly and went still again, making Clint chuckle behind him.

"Be patient, baby boy. Mama knows what she's doing," Clint murmured with an amused tone before pressing a kiss to Pietro's hair.

When Pietro was finally still, Natasha rubbed gently over where her nails had bit into his skin before starting to push in. She went slow to avoid overwhelming him since he was such a sensitive boy, and even with all her care he still whimpered and squirmed again. 

"You're okay, sweetheart. Feels good, yeah?" Natasha cooed as she got fully seated, her hips pressed against his ass.

Pietro nodded and bit his lip, settling again once Natasha was fully buried. 

Everyone laid still for a moment to let Pietro adjust. Even though he had just been fucked, he needed to adjust to the new fullness and position. His partners let him take his time, gently petting him and murmuring reassurance. Support and praise were key and always helped Pietro stay relaxed, kept him from getting trapped up in his head.

With a nod from Pietro, Natasha started slowly rocking her hips. He let out a soft breathy moan and dropped his head back onto Clint's shoulder. Both older partners smiled at each other, absolutely loving how sensitive and vocal their boy was. 

Natasha was gentle at first, rolling her hips at a slow and steady pace into Pietro and letting him really enjoy each movement. She was focused on him for the time being, smiling down at him and murmuring sweet praise. 

"Feeling good, baby? You look like you're enjoying this," she cooed down to him. She wasn't often gentle, but Pietro absolutely melted whenever she was.

Pietro's dick twitched with every honeyed compliment. Clint reached down to gently stroke him, making him blush and whine. Trying to buck up into Clint's touch made Pietro jerk on Natasha's dick and lead to him gasping and going still again. He felt stuck by being stimulated in two places at once and whined high and desperate.

"Oh, sweet boy. We only just started." Natasha's smile grew to a grin as she started moving faster.

The increased pace had Pietro whining again as he clung tightly to Clint. The older man had his arms wrapped securely around the younger, holding him close and secure as Natasha gripped his hips for better leverage. Pietro's sounds pitched high and his body started to tremble as his breath came fast.

With how sensitive Pietro was, it didn't take long for him to come for the first time with Natasha fucking him. He came once with Clint, but two orgasms was nowhere near the maximum they had wrung out of him in one evening before. Clint was still stroking him as he came, and brought his hand up for Pietro to lick clean.

"There you go, good boy. Clean your mess up." Clint kissed Pietro's cheek once his hand was clean before glancing over to Natasha and giving a slight nod.

They had gotten better at learning Pietro's tells and when he could handle more. With the cue from Clint, Natasha really got into it. She huffed sharply with every thrust into her young boyfriend, wholly focused on working him up again. Her hips rolled smoothly as she angled up into his sweet spot, grinning as he started whining and squirming again.

Natasha was the type of person to love having control during a scene. She loved holding Pietro down and thoroughly ruining him until he was a sobbing, shaking mess beneath her. Her time being trained in the Red Room ensured that her stamina was nearly super-human and she could last for hours, much to Pietro's delight and despair.

"Mmh.. mama," Pietro whined, a hand sliding down to grip at her forearm while the other stayed holding onto Clint.

"Mama's gonna make you come until you can't anymore, little prince," Natasha warned, voice rough and breathless.

The sound itself made Pietro shiver, but her words had him moaning out loud. He was going rigid again between his lovers as his pleasure grew, eyes and mouth wide as he panted for breath. Clint may have been jealous in the past that Natasha could ruin Pietro so easily but not any longer. He loved getting to cradle their boy as he was wrung out and fucked so thoroughly by Natasha.

One perfect thrust as Clint kissed along Pietro's neck had him crying out as he came again. He tensed up so tightly around Natasha's strap that she had to slow down to keep from hurting him. Clint held him securely as he bucked up and squirmed against the bed and Natasha had to stop for a moment to let him ride out his orgasm.

When the boy finally settled again, chest flushed pale red and eyes closed as he panted. Clint was always happy to hold his boy and was smiling as he gently pet Pietro's hair.

"You're doing so good, sweet boy. Is mama making you feel real good?" Clint's voice was low and gentle since they both knew how Pietro's senses tended to get overwhelmed when he got worked over so intensely.

Pietro just absently nodded as he slumped down into Clint's hold. Natasha laughed softly and rolled slowly into him again, drawing out a pretty little moan from him. It was always fun for her to watch him drop deeper with every orgasm.

It went on for hours, Natasha fucking Pietro with different speeds, rhythms, angles. He cried and whined and squirmed while she and Clint held him in place and wrung orgasm after orgasm out of him. His hair was a matted mess after a while and a thin line of saliva drooled out at the corner of his mouth.

By the time Pietro had come five times, he was boneless and practically mindless. He was only upright thanks to Clint holding him and Natasha pressed deep into him, keeping him trapped without anywhere to go. 

The night was dark outside the windows, sun long set, and Pietro was exhausted. He couldn't keep his eyes open, but he still whined when Natasha pulled out of him. A quick shift onto his side had him curling into Clint before he went still again. His body was aching but he enjoyed it. He liked feeling so owned and cared for.

Natasha washed off her strap, wiped herself down, and came back with a damp rag to wash down her boys too. Clint offered her a grateful smile and Pietro just mumbled something in half-asleep Sokovian.

"You're welcome, my precious prince," she murmured before pressing a kiss to his messy hair.

As Natasha went off to set the rag in the laundry and find a pair of panties to wear to bed, Clint carefully situated Pietro so they could lay down and tug a blanket up over them. When she returned, she slid into bed with them and pressed up close.

"You were amazing, Nat. Always take perfect care of him," Clint whispered as he looked at her from over Pietro's fluffy hair.

Natasha smiled and gently pet along Pietro's sides. He made a soft sound but otherwise didn't stir, likely already asleep. He felt soft and warm and lax, properly sated and loved.

"Couldn't have done it without you," she replied with affection clear in her voice.

In the past, her and Clint had been in a relationship. It ended on mutual terms but there was always something special between them. Pietro brought them together again and Natasha loved them both more than words could say.

"Get some rest, honey." Clint shifted just a little to give Natasha a gentle kiss before settling again.

Pietro was sound asleep tucked between his partners. Even asleep, he knew he was loved and cared for. There was a small smile on his face as Natasha pressed close and rested her head on his shoulder. 

All of them always slept better when they were piled together. Especially after a scene that wiped them all out. Especially when they felt so close and in love.

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Why are they so hecking cute???? Illegal

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Peter is very, very good at Pokemon. The original games, the app version, all of it. He could rattle off all the Pokemon without needing to look up a single name. His favorite was Eevee for all the possibilities held within its cute little body, and his favorite evolution was Sylveon due to it needing to have high levels of affection to achieve that evolution. It was very easy for him to grow attached to his team in every game, so there was high level of excitement for him knowing that Eevee loved him back when they became Sylveon.

Pietro didn’t know a whole lot about Pokemon, but he liked following Peter around on the hunt for new ones to catch. The older boy preferred Mario Kart since the whole premise was to go as fast as possible. Neither of them liked to stay sitting for long, so they ended up standing and jumping around in front of the television with their wheels and remotes, often knocking things over and making a general mess. Whether they felt big or little, they were always eager to play games together.

“Hey, you should get this one on your phone so we can be friends and play together!” Peter yelled excitedly as he ran over to where Pietro was sitting upside down on the couch.

Peter flopped down onto the floor next to Pietro and held out his phone to show off the Pokemon app he had recently downloaded. His avatar was wearing a custom Spider-Man suit that Peter had coded himself to port into the game and his companion was an Eevee.

“I can’t wait to level her up! I hope she becomes Sylveon. Think there’s a way to predict that? I don’t want to cheat, but I really want Syl. Also, I did already go through all their code so I could get my suit into the game, so technically I already have the answer somewhere,” Peter rambled, voice high with excitement.

“I will play that with you if you can beat me at Rainbow Road,” Pietro offered with a smirk.

Rainbow Road was the hardest Mario Kart level for Peter. He usually had excellent reflexes but all the colors and having to gauge the sensitivity of the controller left him near the middle of the pack more often than not. Peter huffed and turned away, looking down at his phone and watching Eevee go through her generic movements. Then he nodded and looked up again, expression set and determined.

“Fine. I can beat you.”

Pietro grinned and flipped off the couch, darting around the room to get everything set up. There was a blur of silver around Peter before Pietro was next to him again, holding out a wheel and eyes sparkling with excitement. Racing games came easily to him since he was able to process information quickly and make split-second decisions. He knew all the right buttons to press, how fast to go, when to start turning on the uneven curves of the virtual track. Pietro definitely had an edge over Peter, but the younger boy was determined to make his friend download Pokemon somehow.

Pietro got the race set up and Peter chose the Shooting Star bike, as he always did. There was a moment of hesitation on Pietro’s part which was exceedingly rare, but he didn’t yet press the start button. Instead, he glanced over to Peter and leaned in to whisper, as if anyone else was around to hear them.

“You know, the karts handle easier than the bikes. Maybe it would be a better choice for you,” Pietro said softly, his smile more genuine than teasing.

Peter chewed his lip for a moment as he thought before changing his choice to the Sprinter kart. Pietro seemed to approve of the choice, because he then pressed the start button and the screen faded to black before erupting in color. Peter blinked quickly as the rior of rainbow flashed across the screen, but thankfully it soon settled down as the race countdown began.

Driving a kart was a bit different than a bike, and it took a whole lap for Peter to get used to it. But he only fell off once, so it gave him hope. He was able to catch up to Pietro by the end of the second lap and they were neck-and-neck in first and second place all through the third lap. Peter was bouncing in place, excited just to be so far ahead on a track that he was notoriously bad at, and wasn’t even thinking about actually winning at that point. He was just happy about his progress. Maybe he would have to try out karts more often.

“Winner!”

Peter blinked again to refocus on the game. The celebratory music was playing, and confetti was raining down over his half of the screen.

His half?

“You did it!” Pietro wrapped Peter up in a tight hug, who squeaked as he was lifted off the ground.

“I, I did it?” Peter asked, still not quite believing it.

“Yes! You beat me and all the other little creatures. You are the best racer,” Pietro confirmed, grinning down at Peter.

Peter grinned too and hopped in place a few times before setting the wheel down so he could grab his phone again to take a picture of the screen. He used Snapchat and sent it to the group that he, Pietro, Bucky, Steve, Nat, and Clint were all in. Though Bucky and Nat were the only ones who ever really used it besides Peter.

“I did it! Now you gotta download Pokemon. Then we can go all around the city and catch ‘em all!”

The two sat down with Pietro’s phone and Peter tried to give him a run-down on Pokemon lore so he would have some better idea about the game. They had talked about it before and Pietro had watched Peter play sometimes, but he never really paid attention to any of it.

When the game was finally downloaded, they took a while picking an outfit and Peter promised to make some better clothes. Pietro decided to start off with Bulbasaur, though he was a little grumpy that Pikachu wasn’t a starter option.

“Where is the electric mouse?” he asked as he glared at the screen.

“Pikachu? You gotta catch him! I’m sure we can find him somewhere around here, all the electric and metal types like to pop up around the compound.” Peter had his own phone out and was checking the area, searching for new pokemon he hadn’t caught yet.

Pietro grumbled as he finished with the setup and tutorial, reading slowly even though Peter was right there to explain everything whenever he had any questions. Peter was practically buzzing with excitement about getting Pietro to play Pokemon with him, wiggling in place and tapping his foot against the floor.

When the setup was finally complete, Peter immediately grabbed Pietro’s hand and ran for the nearest window.

“Peter, what-”

The question wasn’t finished before Peter lifted Pietro up and leapt out the window. Pietro yelped in surprise but they landed gently on the ground. The jump wasn’t that far since the compound wasn’t nearly as tall as the old tower, and Peter was very light on his feat so there wasn’t a sudden jostling when they landed

“What? You get to zoom around, I get to jump,” Peter said casually before looking at his phone again, working out where the nearest pokemon were.

Pietro thought for a moment before shrugging, figuring that was fair. Then they headed off, running through the fields and chasing after virtual monsters. Pietro got quite excited when Peter showed him the virtual reality setting that made the pokemon seem like they were really there in the grass. He took countless screenshots and sent every single one to his partners. Clint already promised to take him to Build-A-Bear so he could make all of their Pokemon plushies. Peter asked Bucky and Steve too, slyly suggesting that it could be a double date.

The two boys giggled together as they continued their hunt, eager to catch as many virtual and tangible pokemon as they could. Maybe next time they could play another cute game together. Anything to get them more stuffed animals.

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